|What I proudly present here is a guest post by Sir Jorge. Close to 2 thousand posts on the Sir Jorge of Culver's blog is impressive. His writings reminded me about many things – Bukowski’s wit and straightforwardness, Carver’s scarcity and clarity and so on. Finding profound in the everyday stuff. And it made me laugh.|
We all live boring lives.
I've decided that no one lives excitingly. I remember sitting in my guidance counselor's office, while in high school, and she would tell me how awesome the world would be if I went to college. So I went for it, the exciting world of college for me was not drunken times, or anything cool that you see in the movies these days.
Instead, I spent hours upon hours learning programming language, designing websites, and working full time. There was never time for a social gathering because in order to learn these complicated computer infrastructures, I had to be somewhat anti-social.
When I did stick my head above the water of school work, there was no one awake, or interested in anything that I enjoyed.
I'm a graduate now.
One year after my graduation, I'm sitting in a cubicle twiddling my thumbs, wondering what it's like to enjoy a job.
I landed a job in a small e-commerce company, and I spend a lot of time trying to figure out how to fast forward time. No one visits me in this dark room I work in, and there are two other workers here…we perform our rudimentary tasks with headphones on, and when we do talk to each other, it's about mundane things.
I talk to my class mates, they are in similar boats.
How nice is it to get paid to sit around?
I figure it was nice for the first two or so weeks, now it just seems weird.
I'm bored a lot.
Why not get another job? I have a degree in Interactive Media Design, and you would think there is a high demand for my skills, and there is.
But there is a TON of people fighting tooth and nail for those jobs.
With the ubiquitous nature of tech jobs, the paychecks are slim and none, but the demands are really high.
I could get another job, but I would not be getting paid the same, nor would I be sitting here bored.
I don't know where this is all going, but I do know one thing: In the end all the right choices, and all the schooling I've had, has led me to believe that all I was sold was boredom.
Seriously, this is a boring life.